In a poignant narrative of love, longing, and the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, meet Serwaa a young woman whose pursuit of a brighter future leads her down a path of regret, heartache, and unexpected twists. After turning down a marriage pro...
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"It was really hard for me after my fa..ther died, everything was so difficult Kwesi. I blamed myself for not doing more to save my sister. It was unbearable." Layla explained after Kwesi had agreed to hear her out. He sat across the room still trying to process everything. "You removed your womb, why?" He mumbled wearily and she took in deep little breathes striding. "In secondary school, something happened. I finally got a friend. After being so distant from everyone, after keeping the pain to myself for so long. I met my friend Mabel, Mabel was and still is the most wonderful person I have ever met. She understood me. She always listened, days when I felt down, Mabel was there. She would never allow anyone to hurt or say anything that would disturb me. But do you know what happened Kwesi?"
She asked and he sighed heavily waiting for her to continue, although he felt bad because every time she opened her mouth she cried even more. He needed to understand, he didn't know if he was angry that she kept it away from him or that he would have to choose between leaving the woman he loved, or embracing the idea of never having kids.
"She died Kwesi, Mabel got sick one day and didn't come to school for days. Instead of paying her a visit. I was angry, whiles I scolded her in my mind for not attending school or for not calling to tell me why. She was lying cold in a morgue. The pain was too much, I ended up convincing myself that I wasn't good enough to take care of anyone. So why would I bring children into this world, knowing perfectly well that I lack the ability to protect or care for others?"
"So you removed your womb? Didn't you think of the consequences. The aftermath? When was this?" Kwesi asked growing impatient. He tried to place himself in her shoes, but he still couldn't understand. " Does your mother know about this?" He questioned.
"No, Kwesi I regret it, but then it's too late. I can't do anything about it. I knew you wouldn't want to continue with this relationship that's why I kept it from you."
"So it was okay that I blame Serwaa? You claim to care about her so much, yet you were okay with the fact that I was blaming her?"
"I wasn't.... To me, helping Serwaa was a chance to prove to myself that I can be a better person."
"Okay then, do it.... find Serwaa. Prove to yourself that you are a good person. Do what makes you happy."
"Kwesi... what about us, is it over?"
"Perhaps... I don't know." He said getting up. He took a quick glance at her face. Her tears, he held back the urge to hold her in his arms, and as usual tell her everything was going to be fine. That he still loved her, but he was so confused. She deceived him. He didn't want to pretend that everything was okay, he needed sometime alone. Every step he took away broke his heart, yet he had to leave.
